A drunk staggered into a cathedral, reeled down the aisle, looked around bleary-eyed for a moment, and at last stumbled into a confessional and closed the door.
“This is certainly a cry for help,” said newly ordained Father Mortimer to himself after observing the poor fellow's behavior. Father Mortimer entered his side of the confessional, sat down, and waited for the man to speak. Time passed, the unfortunate fellow said nothing, but Father Mortimer waited to answer the cry for help.
After a very long silence, Father Mortimer finally asked, “May I help you, my son?”
“I dunno,” said the fellow on the other side of the screen. “Got any toilet paper on your side?”
Thursday, September 30, 2004
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